In Bloom

We are seeds

Tiny pistols itching to shoot

Waiting to come into the light

And use its rays as vines

To pull ourselves up

We are little bombs

In abandoned fields

Time has forgotten us

But not our power

We yearn for the right steps to

Set us off

And unleash our potential

We are weeds

Or so they say

Finding life without permission

Fighting for whatever space

To breathe,

Cos the air or the soil was not

Made for us

But shadows don’t last forever

And the morning is coming with

It’s golden glow

We are ready to catch it

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Befriending a Shadow

Today I was forced to walk in the shadow of a rainbow, as butterflies went flower kissing anointing their noses in the syrup of nectar and song birds taught each other the love songs that step on the tip of your tongue when you miss the electric feel you never really had.

I became one with the shadow like dreams into smoke, as sunlight danced shamelessly on petals, because the darkness in me had finally found a friend. A friend made of sweet medicine, that gave birth to poison after it had left no sickness in me and i kept sucking from the straw in its neck.

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Photo: University of Ghana by Hakeem Adam

Robotic Sheep

A herd of robotic sheep sit
On your nations neck
Fenced by a chain of broken glass
Stained with tears.

They sit like brooding birds

Numb to the grumbling clouds approach

Or the wolves sharpening their teeth

They wait

For the shepherd who

Has become one with the wind to

Show them where

They can go

With their legs

 

All The Water

All the water in

the sea will

Not be enough to

wash the sparkle out

Of your eyes

Or bring the rainbow

On your face down.

So do not be

Afraid to throw yourself into

The deep blue darkness and

Kick yourself to

the flower beach

Where the sands don’t

Scratch your feet.

And in a different fight of

the same light

We wake up to everyday

Cut your teeth.